So, so break off this lamenting kiss
Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away;
Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this
And let ourselves benight our happy day
We ask none leave to love, nor will we owe
Any so cheap a death as saying "Go."

Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee
Ease me with death by bidding me to ge too
Or, if it have, let my word work on me
And a just office on a murderer do
Except it be too late, to kill me so
Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."